While the entire country has returned to school (and my homies in Colorado have been edumacating themselves since June), tomorrow is the big day for my pre-k youngster.
I’ve put little thought into it. I’m the last-minutest of last-minuters. Heaven help him when he tells me on a Tuesday morning, “I need a colonial costume, a book report on salmon spawning and a slow cooker full of locally-sourced clam chowder, today.”
What’s giving me the most anxiety?
Tomorrow is only orientation for the parents with an hour-long visit to the classroom for the kiddo, so I think to myself, “I have another couple of days for lunch-packing dress rehearsal.”
But who’m I kidding? I’ll wing it.
Originally, I’d planned to use my mom’s formula from 1981-1994: PB&J, Capri-Sun, a sprig of grapes (usually past their prime…tasting like wine), and two chocolate chip Soft Batch cookies. I’m not kidding. I ate that 98% of the lunches through my senior year. My beloved mom was too cheap (was that it?) to let me eat “hot lunch”, except for pig-in-a-blanket days (my fave) and holidays (I loved the school’s turkey and mashed potatoes.)
I’ve asked around and been informed that I am, indeed, planning lunches from 1987. Some of the advice:
Breaded sandwiches are last century.
Peanut butter brings out the “allergy lynch moms” (direct quote)
Bread makes kids groggy
Go paleo…meat-wrapped cheese.
And everyone, but EVERYONE, packs yogurt and hummus.
Since WHEN did hummus become an elementary school snack? “Because kids love to dip stuff.” Ridiculous. I mean…healthier than my lunch, but seriously. We’re ridiculous.